Inner Workings Poetry
Inner Workings is my poetry anthology, named after a composition book I started in high school with the same name. That composition book is filled with poems I write in my teens and early twenties dealing with the hardships of life and discovering who I am as a person. Poetry is the first thing I knew I could write well, granted back then it was mostly poems I wrote for my mom on her birthday. Poetry has a way of striking the soul easier and more directly than any prose writing. I share these poems, often from my most vulnerable moments, so that others who are suffering similar thing will know they're not alone. I've read my poetry hundreds of times to readers and have been met with heartfelt tears and hugs. As I continue to write poems my hope is that my pain can help others heal.
Inner Workings:
Poetic Therapy
My debut poetry book is a collection of poems written between 15 and 23 years old dealing with depression, suicide, anxiety, sexual assault, and trying to figure out life as a young person. The suicide prevention hotline is on the dedication page. The cover is a part of a mental health photoshoot that I designed and modeled in and is meant to be a representation of my anxiety attacks.

"Looking For a Friend"
A poem from Inner Workings: Poetic Therapy
I am an adventurer,
A traveler
Searching and searching
All in the hopes that I might just find a friend
A companion hidden in a faceless crowd
A friend to console when times are hard
Someone to enjoy the good times and the bad
Sharing all the laughs and tears
I’m looking for someone,
Anyone who might need my help
So that even if only for a moment
Even a fraction of a second
I will be needed,
Wanted
I will have a purpose

The Relapse
The Relapse is the second installment in the Inner Workings anthology. While on active duty I lost 3 friends in 10 days and spent the following 9 months crawling into every bottle of booze and pills I could find in my worst non-suicidal depression. The Relapse is a selection of poems from that period of working through not just grief but the guilt and shame that many addicts face when we eventually backslide.
"Help Wanted"
A poem from The Relapse
Spiraling
I’m losing control
Engines are burning
Altitude dropping
May day!
May day!
They sky screams at me
Waving as she passes
No birds or planes
Nor even a cloud.
I’m alone in these skies
May day!
May day!
GPS goes out
Sticks stiffen
The small craft dancing
Bobbing and weaving
May day!
May day!
Screaming
Voice turned hoarse
Next vanishing completely
May Day!
May day!
I try to get some help
My signs ignored
Distraught
Paled with horror
May day!
May day!
Aeronautical vessel,
The one called life
I’ve lost control
Need your help
Arms outstretched
Fighting to regain control
May Day!
May day!






